CHAPTER THIRTY ONE

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*TW: MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT AND SELF HARM*

Song of the chapter

CAMDEN; Gracie Abrams

"I never said it, but I know that I
can't picture anything past 25."

"I just wanted you to know
I was never good at coping."

"I bury baggage 'til it's out of sight
I think it's better if I hide it,
I really hope that I survive this"."

-♡︎Scarlett♡︎-

I was doing worse than I ever had.

My nightmares were constant. Between paralyzing dreams of my father and sister dying in front of me to my step brother pinning me down to my bed and doing horrible things to my body, I was a mess.

Actually a mess was an understatement, I was a full blown train wreck.

Shoving myself out of Johnnys car, I walked sluggishly towards the entrance of Tommen, not waiting for the rest of the gang to get out. I had managed to avoid the past two days of school by telling my mam I was sick.

Which I wasn't, at least not physically. I just didn't want to face Patrick and his gorgeous blue eyes.

With Gracie Abrams 'Camden' blasting in my earbuds, I forced myself inside the building.

"Good morning, chickie," Claire chirped.

I could hear the joy through my earbuds.
I loved the girl to death but come on, did I really look like I wanted to talk.

Yanking one of the earbuds out, I muttered, "Morning."

"You okay? You seem," She stopped and scanned my face, "Exhausted."

Understatement of the century.

"Yeah, I've been sick," I shrugged, following her to the locker area.

"Well," She gave me a cheery grin, "I'm happy you're here! I've been missing my number one girl."

A smile pulled at my lips. It was hard not to smile around Claire, her sunshine was contagious.

"Scar?" Claire sucked in a breath as she pulled open her locker.

"Yeah?" I hummed, leaning against the locker next to hers.

"Why didn't you tell me Mark was back?" She frowned. 

Shit.
Fuck.

"Jaysus, keep your voice down," I hissed, my demeanour instantly shifting.

"Sorry!" She yelped, slamming her locker shut.

"How do you know he's back?" I looked over my shoulder to ensure no one was nearby.

"I stopped by yours to see Gerard, but I bumped into him instead," She explained, now leaning against her own locker.

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